When I was young, my book Aunt gave me Nicholas Knock and Other People and I read it innumberable times. In university when discussing rhythm in Oral Narrative, I shared Nicholas Knock with my class and when I'm out biking, even today, I still hear,
Nicholas Knock was a venturesome boy.
He lived at number eight.
He went for walks in the universe
and generally got home late.
reverberating around my head to the rhythm of my pumping legs. That poem has never left me.